She sits in the room,
It's dark and it's quiet.
Above her, though,
It sounds like a riot.
Chairs are moved,
Sounds are made.
But if she's to whisper,
The price would be paid.
They call it a prison,
They call it Hell.
But only she knows,
The pain this well.
They'll pick,
and they'll tease,
and watch her,
As she falls to her knees.
She tries not to let them,
But they come anyway.
The tears, they fall,
As her head does in shame.
She doesn't want,
To face another day.
Alone in her room,
She'd much rather stay.
She's sick of the torture,
Sick of the pain.
But she goes to the bus stop,
And stands in the rain.
The bus ride *****,
And the picking won't end.
So a text to her mother,
She knows she must send.
"Hey mom, come get me,
I know you're at work.
I'm sick from dinner,
Last night's pulled pork."
She knows it's wrong,
To lie and deceive.
But she needed an excuse,
To get out and leave.
She's back in her room,
It's a safe place to think.
"I don't want to live anymore,"
She says with one final blink.

In life there's no unicorns,
And definitely no fountain of youth.
Life isn't a fairytale,
Sadly it's the truth.
The cards you're dealt,
Are the cards you play.
You don't get to fold.
You're forced to stay.
But there's always a loophole,
An easy way out.
It isn't always simple,
And you must promise not to shout.
For this is a quiet endeavor,
A secret in it's own.
And when you feel the blade against your skin,
You start to feel at home.

Take a breath,
Say goodbye.
Tonight's the night,
We finally fly.
Up, up, & away,
We can leave this place.
I won't go alone,
We don't need "space".
To Neverland we will go,
Have our dreams come true.
But all of this means nothing,
If I can't be there with you.
So take my hand,
We can go insane.
On our way to a place,
Far, far away.

Do you believe in the new year, new me?
Do you want to change what you believe?
Is changing your personality worth it?
To only soon realize it isn't you and give in?
What about the people in your life?
The one's facing much more strife?
Are you going to leave them behind to?
Simply to change the old you?
What was so wrong with you anyway?
You lived a life simply, day by day.
What was wrong with that?
Was it because you were a brat?
Then just change a small thing.
Wait for what this year brings.
You don't need to change all of yourself,
It most likely wouldn't help.

Life is difficult.
It has struggles and hardships.
People don't understand,
The pain of broken promises.
Betrayal is quite common.
No one really seems to care.
You start to realize it when you're hurt,
And no one is there.
Remember that friend that had your back?
Where is she now?
Did she hurt you really bad?
Is that where you got your dark cloud?
That dark cloud is sadness.
It's taking control of your life.
You feel there's nothing you can do.
Even if you try with all your might.
But some days are better,
They're filled with joy and hope.
Maybe someone kept their promise,
They didn't treat you like a joke.
But that's the way life is,
You fall and are told to get back up.
But sometimes you need a dark cloud,
To truly know that what you have in life is enough.